I guess I was attracted to men who needed work, and could make me feel like I was superior, and that they needed me to guide them in life. To put it plain and simple, MG was too put together, and unlike most women, I didn’t want that. I needed to feel like I was pivotal to a man’s existence, and that wasn’t the case with MG.
“Since you miss me, you gon’ help me out with something?” Butch broke me from my thoughts.
“Of course, baby. What do you need?” I asked happily. I got a rush from doing things for him.
Licking his thick lips, he replied, “I underestimated how much this place was gon’ cost to rent, along with the Maserati, and I need you to front me like $2,000.”
See, he needed me to help him.
“Now you know I got you for whatever it is that you need, Butch. I love you.”
“I love you more, baby. Just make sure he don’t know where that money is going, aight?”
“He won’t.” I giggled, even though it slightly annoyed me that Butch still wanted to hide our relationship from MG. He and I had been fucking around for a minute, and he was still hoping to ride MG’s coattails to success; therefore, we couldn’t exactly come clean.
I was hoping Butch soon got over that shit, or soon saw his own success. It was the only way he and I could progress.
Chapter Three: Draylah
I came out of the bathroom, fresh from showering and brushing, flossing, and rinsing my mouth with Listerine. When I walked into the bedroom of the hotel suite, I saw it was filled with red roses, and there was some breakfast waiting for me. It couldn’t have been here long because I hadn’t taken that long in the bathroom.
Before I could even slip into my underwear, Ricky appeared looking so handsome. He was wearing a red on black Chicago Bulls jersey, jeans, and some Nike Air More Uptempos. He smelled heavenly, as usual, and the ice on his neck, wrists, and pinky didn’t go unnoticed. He always only wore a few pieces of jewelry, never too much like a lot of these flashy but broke niggas.
Ever since I heard that voicemail, he’d been being extra sweet to me. And since he found out about the baby, he was all over me even more. He claimed me being pregnant with his child turned him on.
But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that shit. As soon as I figured something out, I was ditching the rest of this tour and taking my ass back home to L.A. I needed time to think, and I couldn’t do that with Ricky always in my face trying to win me over. He was too good at gaming women up, so I needed his ass out of my presence so that I could think clearly.
“I’m not hungry,” I lied.
“How you not hungry and you pregnant, Dray? You better eat this fucking food.” He frowned and then stuffed a piece of bacon into his mouth. It looked so good, and because I knew he wasn’t gonna let up, I went ahead and got dressed so I could eat.
“I don’t need your help,” I snapped lowly when he pulled the chair out at the little table in the room so that I could sit. He just chuckled, which irritated me even more.
“Aight, so I’ma gon’ head to this meeting really quickly, but I should be back in a few hours. You want some money? Go shopping or some shit? Or you can come with me.”
Ignoring him, I continued to stab the food and stuff it into my mouth. He kissed the side of my face, and I moved away a little bit because I didn’t want him touching me.
“I love you.” He squatted down and looked up at me.
Pretending to be captivated by what was out of the hotel window, I stared, still eating. I admit he was starting to break me, which was why I was gonna get the fuck out of here as soon as his bitch ass left. Prior to today, I’d been going everywhere with him, so I couldn’t escape, but today would be that day. I had to go before I became trapped in his web again.
He kissed the side of my face a few times after staring at me hard, and then finally he left.
I scarfed down the rest of my breakfast, giving him time to get far away from this New York hotel, and then I hopped up to stuff all of the shit I’d taken out, back into my suitcase. I then ordered an Uber, and while I waited for it to come, I made sure I had everything I needed.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Ah!” I damn near jumped out of my skin at the sound of someone knocking. Slowly moving towards the door, I looked through the peephole to see Virginia. She was dressed, so clearly, she wanted to hang out. I actually liked her, and she made part of this trip enjoyable. “Yeah?” I said through the door.
“Hey, I was gonna go do a little shopping and get a massage. Did you want to come?” I saw her face twist up a little at me not opening the door and choosing to talk through it instead.
“Oh, umm, no, I’m not feeling well. I think I ate something bad.”
“Oh damn, okay.” I saw the sadness in her face. “Well, I guess I won’t go today, and we can maybe go tomorrow.”
“No! No, just go by yourself today!” A brief pause took over and then I rolled my eyes and sighed before opening the door. I didn’t want her thinking I didn’t like her or something, but that was definitely the impression I’m sure she was getting. “Hey, come in for a second.”
Virginia walked into the room, and when she spotted my suitcase nearby with my purse sitting on it, she pointed to it and furrowed her brows.
“We don’t leave New York for three more days, Draylah.”
“I know, but I’m leaving right now, and I need you to pretend you didn’t know, okay?”
“But I told my boss I was coming here to ask you—”
“Just say when you got here I was gone already. Alright? I need you to keep this a secret, at least until I get on a plane.”
“Okay, I can do that. So, why are you leaving? I thought you were enjoying the tour.”
“Ricky and I have decided to end our relationship,” I spoke matter-of-factly. I was caught off guard when Virginia broke into a fit of laughter.
“I’ve heard Ricky talk about you. He’s like my brother, and I highly doubt he agreed to part ways with you,” she snickered. “But okay, I won’t say anything, and God bless.” She walked past me.
“No, he’s gonna need God.”
“Probably so. But that’s why I like you for him; you keep him in line. He’s never loved any woman outside of his grandma, so he’s not gonna just give up.”
“We’ll see. Can you just keep this secret for me? I will text you once I get to California.”
Virginia nodded, still giggling lowly as she left out.
I checked my phone and saw that my Uber had arrived, so I rushed down to see the black truck he was in. I had two big ass suitcases, and they didn’t fit inside of those Sedans, so I made sure to get a bigger sized vehicle.
I quickly tossed my luggage into the truck once the door lifted, and then I closed it down, wondering why the man didn’t get out to help me. Someone would be getting three stars for a rating.
“Where we going?”
“Are you fucking serious?” I shouted when I got into the back of the car to see Ricky. He was sitting in the back seat already, smoking a blunt. I was pretty sure you weren’t allowed to smoke in an Uber.
“Where you thought you was going, Draylah?” he asked calmly. I glanced at the Uber driver who looked like he’d been shitting his pants for the last ten minutes straight.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” I inquired.
“Booker here is fine, right?” Ricky patted and gripped the man’s shoulder from the back seat. Booker nodded repeatedly with a smile as he looked at me through the rearview mirror.
For a moment, I sat there and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Frederick Montana, how did you even know to do this?”
“I ain’t a stupid muthafucka. I knew as soon as I left, yo’ little snake ass was gon’ try to dip on me. So I waited down here, questioning every fucking Uber driver that pulled the fuck up. Now again, where the fuck did you think you were going?”
“Home, nigga! We are broken up!”
“Why though? Ain’t like I fucking
cheated on you. You wasn’t my girl, and I didn’t owe you shit. However, I’m still apologizing because I love you, and I get that you feel some type of way.” He shrugged.
“It’s not only about what you did, nigga, it’s who it was done with!”
“And it’s my fault I didn’t know that hoe was the one Lue fucked with? Ain’t like you showed me a fucking picture of her.”
“Ricky, I need to think right now. The thought of you having touched her intimately makes me sick to my stomach.”
I wanted to kill this Justice bitch; Glory too. And now that I knew Justice wasn’t in Texas, it was on.
“It was doggy-style, and I didn’t even kiss her.”
I snapped my neck to look at him, only to see his expression was serious. He really thought that made a difference.
Exhaling heavily, I said, “You still slept with her. How do you think it makes me feel, knowing you had sex with a girl that had my ex’s baby?”
“Sad.”
I chuckled at the way he said it.
“Ricky …”
“So you gon’ leave me for real? Over this?” His voice was low, sexy, and raspy. His big hand landed on my thigh, and when he rubbed up and down, I swear I felt electric volts shoot through my body.
“Should I drive or—”
“Shut yo’ ass up, bruh,” Ricky snapped at Booker, and he did just that. Turning back to face me, he said, “So this what you want, to leave?”
“Yes.”
“I can give you two weeks.”
“No, I’m leaving and that’s it.” I folded my arms and rolled my neck. I felt like that made me appear more serious.
His hand went across my stomach, and out of my peripheral, I could see him looking at it. I loved my baby already, but the thought of it tying me to Ricky disgusted me.
“Aight,” he finally said before kissing me and getting out of the car.
I was surprised, but I didn’t say anything because I was happy he was letting my ass go. As the truck pulled off, Ricky stood there on the busy sidewalk, hands planted deeply in the pockets of his jeans. He watched the car intensely as it pulled down the street, and I just breathed a sigh of relief, before booking a plane ticket on my phone.
***
By the time I got home, it was around nine o’clock at night since the only flight I could find was pretty late. When I made it up to my porch, I saw there was bouquet of roses with a note attached, and a box of chocolates. I unlocked my door and then pulled my luggage in, before scooping up the gifts. I opened the chocolates first because my stomach was calling for something to eat. After shoving four into my mouth back to back, I opened the note.
I did that shit before and I’m gon’ do it again. So I’ll get you back. Take care of my baby and don’t have no niggas around or I’m gonna kill them. I love you. - Ricky
I chuckled softly because he really didn’t know how to be romantic unless he really, really tried. But because I knew him, the note was sweet. Look at my ass, already about to fall back in with him. I think shit would be easier if I hadn’t have fallen so damn hard for him.
I sat there thinking for a minute, and then finally decided that I was gonna leave Ricky alone for good. I loved him, but I wanted a good relationship, not another North or Lue. I understood no union would be perfect, but some things just were unacceptable to me, and Ricky fucking Justice was one of them.
After thinking for a little bit, I hopped up and put my jacket on, before getting into my car and heading to Ricky’s house. Once there, I let myself in and then went straight to his garage. Using the crowbar I’d retrieved from my trunk, I busted the windows out of his Range Rover, Maserati, and then his Porsche. I then dragged the sharp part down the sides and across the hoods, leaving big ass scrapes.
Taking my phone from my back pocket, I took some snapshots of the damage I’d done and then sent them to his phone. Fuck him.
Chapter Three: Qamar Hampton
“Oh fuck, baby, fuck!” this pretty white bitch I met at the homie Flow’s video shoot screamed as she bounced on my dick. “Oh my gosh, yeah!”
“Aye, shut up with all that shit!” I barked, not even feeling this shit no more. This bitch was extra as fuck, and a nigga was already in a bad ass mood.
Lacie’s stupid ass had been blowing my shit up all damn day, my mood had been flip flopping like a muthafucka, and Bia wouldn’t respond to any of a nigga’s texts or phone calls. I remembered her ass dropping by my shit, and me telling her to leave, but she was doing the damn most right now.
“Oh fuck,” old girl moaned as she jerked from cumming.
“Fuck off me.” I pushed her to the floor of my hotel room, just as my phone started ringing. “Tick, what’s up?” I answered the phone while directing this high ass bitch to get her clothes back on and dip.
“She ain’t take the flowers, man.”
“What you mean? What the fuck she say?” I stood up, angrier than fucking before. Bia was giving me a hard ass time and she was pissing me off.
“She answered the door, and when I handed them to her, saying they were from you …”
“What, nigga?”
“She told me she didn’t want them, to put it lightly.”
“Nah, what did she say verbatim?”
Exhaling heavily, Tick replied, “Tell Qamar he can keep his whack ass flowers and stop blowing me up. I don’t need no bitch ass nigga who experiences PMS.”
“Aight. Have the car downstairs at the hotel in fifteen minutes. I need to go home and change and then I’m gon’ see what’s up with her ass.”
“Will do, boss.”
I hung up with Tick just as the groupie was leaving my room. I quickly showered and then put on what I’d had on earlier, before rushing downstairs to see Tick waiting in the Escalade. He dropped me off at home, and I took another shower, a much longer one since I ain’t wanna be smelling like a bitch when I went to see Bia’s mean ass.
On my way out the door, I saw Lacie’s thirsty ass parked in my driveway. She hopped out as soon as she saw me, and rounded the front of her BMW with a scowl on her face. Bitch looked like she’d been crying since the last time I’d seen her begging ass.
“I ain’t got the time right now,” I said before she could even open her fucking mouth.
“When the fuck will you have time? I told you, you don’t have much of it left before I decide to tell Greezy what’s up!”
“Lower yo’ fucking tone, Lacie!” I got up on her stupid ass, fists balled up. I usually never hit a female unless that bitch hit me, but Lacie was asking for the shit. “Why the fuck can’t you just be patient? Damn! You know how yo’ nigga is, and I ain’t ready to blow my whole damn life up over yo’ stupid ass!”
“Stupid? I’m stupid?” She shoved her finger into her chest as her brows lifted. “Nigga, you must be out of your mind talking to me like that! Greezy is my husband, which means I’m partial owner to Bankroll Records. You watch your mouth or you’ll be looking for a new—”
My hand had grasped her skinny ass neck before she could even finish. I was tired of her running her flip ass mouth, and was more than ready to body this bitch. Only reason I wasn’t is because I knew Greezy would really come after my ass.
“You don’ got way too muthafuckin’ comfortable coming at me the way you just did, Lacie. I’m gon’ tell yo’ stupid ass like I don’ told you before; when I come up with something, I’ll let you know. Until then, keep playing house with that nigga until I hit you.” I let her neck go finally, and she stumbled back some, breathing hard as hell.
Tears pooled in her eyes, and like clockwork, they began cascading down her cheeks at a rapid ass pace.
“So because you’re thinking, that means you can’t even make time for me anymore?” she sobbed.
“Fuck is you talking about?”
“Us, Qamar! We used to fuck and chill all the damn time, and now I don’t see you at all, unless you drop by the Bankroll office, which is rare!”
I moved my nec
k from side to side to relive some of the stress and pain building in it. Lacie was gon’ have me sprouting gray fucking hairs very soon.
“Lacie, not right fucking now. I gotta go handle some shit.” I walked past her to my Porsche.
“Is it with that bitch? The little blonde-haired one that you’re fucking?” Lacie laughed towards my back. “I know she works for a little hoe bar or something. You want that instead of a woman who has her own?”
“Go home, Lacie.” I hopped into my car and sat there before taking a few deep breaths. I didn’t wanna be on one when I went to see Bia, because I needed her ass to see the good side of me.
Once I had gotten myself together, I made sure Lacie’s unstable ass had left before I pulled out. It was pretty early in the afternoon, so it didn’t take me too long to get over to Bia’s spot in the hood. Lucky for me, when I pulled up, she was sitting on the porch reading a magazine, and looking good enough to sop up with a damn biscuit. I felt like a full-blown addict for her pussy right now.
“Go away, nigga, before I call the police,” she spoke dryly.
“Why you ain’t take my flowers, Bia?”
“Because taking your damn flowers would mean that I accept whatever apology you’re trying to make, which I don’t.”
“Why?” I came up onto the porch and sat down on the bench next to her. She smelled sweet as hell, so I moved closer, draping my arm around her shoulders.
“Get off me, nigga!” She giggled when I started to kiss on her shoulders.
“Oh, I can’t touch you now?”
“No, and I’m serious. I don’t want anything to do with you. You switch up too much, and I don’t have time for that.”
“You popped up at my damn house unannounced, Bia. What the fuck was I supposed to say?”
“You were supposed to politely tell me that you didn’t want any company, not damn near kick me out.” She turned to face me, and for a moment, I just stared, taking in how pretty she was. She had her hair tied up, so she looked different but just as beautiful.
“Aight, well I’m sorry.”
“That’s not good enough. You’re always doing something and then you expect me to just forgive you because you apologize. Well I’m not doing that. Go be with them groupie hoes that you’re used to, who bow down to you and do whatever you tell them to.”
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